After years of wanting to pan for gold in the Black Hills I finally got my chance. A friend and local of the area took me out for a brief afternoon in his early model Willy’s jeep. We found nothing, and if it wasn’t for his constant complaint - “this would be more fun with a bottle of whiskey", I would not be telling this story.
We panned several places and the temperature dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes. I said lets go back and I will go get that bottle of whisky and meet him at his house. We had a tall drink and then asked if we could tour his wife's no kill shelter (basically a zoo for misfit animals of all kinds). The next thing I remember I was not sure if what I was looking at was a deer or a dog. As we got a little closer I just plain fell in love. Little did I know at the time I had just found a 65 lb. gold nugget.